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He
went
on
serenely
:
“
You
heard
me
say
to
Giraud
,
did
you
not
,
that
all
the
details
of
this
crime
were
familiar
to
me
?
Eh
bien
,
that
presupposes
one
of
two
things
,
either
the
brain
that
planned
the
first
crime
also
planned
this
one
,
or
else
an
account
read
of
a
cause
célèbre
unconsciously
remained
in
our
assassin
’
s
memory
and
prompted
the
details
.
I
shall
be
able
to
pronounce
definitely
on
that
after
—
”
he
broke
off
.
I
was
revolving
sundry
matters
in
my
mind
.
“
But
Mr
.
Renauld
’
s
letter
?
It
distinctly
mentions
a
secret
and
Santiago
?
”
“
Undoubtedly
there
was
a
secret
in
M
.
Renauld
’
s
life
—
there
can
be
no
doubt
of
that
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
word
Santiago
,
to
my
mind
,
is
a
red
herring
,
dragged
continually
across
the
track
to
put
us
off
the
scent
.
It
is
possible
that
it
was
used
in
the
same
way
on
M
.
Renauld
,
to
keep
him
from
directing
his
suspicions
into
a
quarter
nearer
at
hand
.
Oh
,
be
assured
,
Hastings
,
the
danger
that
threatened
him
was
not
in
Santiago
,
it
was
near
at
hand
,
in
France
.
”
He
spoke
so
gravely
,
and
with
such
assurance
,
that
I
could
not
fail
to
be
convinced
.
But
I
essayed
one
final
objection
:
“
And
the
match
and
cigarette
end
found
near
the
body
?
What
of
them
.
”
A
light
of
pure
enjoyment
lit
up
Poirot
’
s
face
.
“
Planted
!
Deliberately
planted
there
for
Giraud
or
one
of
his
tribe
to
find
!
Ah
,
he
is
smart
,
Giraud
,
he
can
do
his
tricks
!
So
can
a
good
retriever
dog
.
He
comes
in
so
pleased
with
himself
.
For
hours
he
has
crawled
on
his
stomach
.
‘
See
what
I
have
found
,
’
he
says
.
And
then
again
to
me
:
‘
What
do
you
see
here
?
’
Me
,
I
answer
,
with
profound
and
deep
truth
,
‘
Nothing
.
’
And
Giraud
,
the
great
Giraud
,
he
laughs
,
he
thinks
to
himself
,
‘
Oh
,
that
he
is
imbecile
,
this
old
one
!
’
But
we
shall
see
.
…
”
